welcome to the ss vanquish

[fujibayashi]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: None at first but you can if you'd like!
Action: SS Vanquish
When: April 11th-17th

[A new ship and a bunch of new people. Some have been waiting on the Marsiva to be sorted for longer than others. We don't have a cook. Or an engineer. Or even one of the comms guys.

We have... girls. A bunch of cute girls and one cute boy, who is the pilot. This'll be interesting.]

Comments

yessss and RIVER omgggg

[geonomy]

[Whoa wait what

What

Where did this come from all of the sudden? Clay glances about, but there doesn't seem to be anyone around that he can gesture a suitable "WHAT??" to. Instead, he tries to listen, and... it's so abstract that he doesn't really get it.]

I'm, uh... sorry, but - what? I mean, the sun's just as cool as the stars...

[... Scales, though. Stars and scales. Scales and stars.]

Are you talking about Apollo? [It seems like such a dumb question. How could she know Apollo? Or how he wanted the stars (space) and Apollo wanted the scales (the law, Clay knows enough about his friends' wants and desires to know of that symbol).]

:D

[diomedea]

The sun. Reverent.

[She smiles a bit, and then laughs.]

Oh, but is the sun yours? Are you a planet in his gravitational pull? She has a planet like that, she is his moon.

:D!

[geonomy]

[Okay, space nonsense? He can talk about that, he can even understand it. Apollo's his sun, and he's a planet caught in his orbit, and -

Well. He was about to argue against that, because it's not like Apollo's the center of his universe, but... in a way, he kind of is. Apollo was the one who motivated him to become who he is today, was and still is his best friend of ten years, and is certainly an important staple in his life.

The moon, though?]

Who's she? [And, again, how does this girl know about all this? Though Clay seems to be too caught up in all the space lingo to really keep that in mind.] And I don't know if that's right. Suns don't have moons. I mean, yeah, moons are caught up in the sun's gravity just like planets are, but they're always considered moons of the planets, not the sun. Unless Apollo's a sun and a planet here.

[diomedea]

She has a sun, they all do, their captain. She is a moon to the planet Simon. Simon orbits the sun.

[And she thinks for a little bit.]

Binary suns. Thought that one was dead, rose from the ashes. But you're a planet, terra firma, not a moon.

[geonomy]

Well, my name is Clay Terran...

[And he never liked his name, because it was so... earthy. Thanks, dad.

And he knows the name - Simon. Simon Blackquill. The man who murdered Metis Cykes, or so it seemed. Aura would beg to differ, and Clay never knew what to think. But what does Simon have to do with this? Is Aura the moon here? Or someone else? And Simon is orbiting Apollo? Or one of the other suns...?

Ugh, even with the space terminology, it's so confusing. There's something more important to think of here, and Clay squints and shakes his head to try to get his priorities straight.]

Wait, one question. How do you know all this?

[diomedea]

She sees things, hears them, it's all rattling around in the birdcages.

[She offers him a nod.]

[geonomy]

[Huuuuh.

Well. Clay's been doing his best to wrap his scientific mind around the fact that magic and whatnot exists beyond the supernatural powers of his world, so even though he doesn't get it, he nods slowly anyway. Sometimes it's better to just accept things as they are. His best friend's practically a human lie detector; he can somewhat understand all those things she knows about in... invisible birdcages?]

Birdcages, huh? Wouldn't that make them all cooped up?

[diomedea]

The thoughts are, kept in bone, locked up in the brainpan.

[She nods a bit.]

[geonomy]

Any way to make them less, uh... cooped? [Because it seems awfully unfair.]